What new words today will unfold a future in a decade's time? Imagined of an ideal heart, scribed into prophecy, the heart is indeed now filled with ever-lasting, -expanding, and -inviting light and love for all the saddened, stressed, and suffering creatures upon this planet and beyond. A craving to alleviate all, and an honor and respect for Self ( Read more... )

The day that succeeds the next, is the day worth loving. It's a day that outlived the others, it's a sensation that lasts a lifetime. But in her heart she's crying, in her eyes water is welling. All this that is so dearly obvious she just can't reach. It's hidden beneath the ruins of then, jealousy, self-mutilation. It shines through now and again ( Read more... )

there was a yearning that brought her to tears. It was attainable yet how stupidly it was not close to her. there was a sorrow that shrouded her mind and caused her rage to erupt each day. Why does she put her self through suffering, when she could so easily live the life she wanted? The answer lies in the wicked irony that suffocates this Earth. ( Read more... )

She's laid down on the soft grass, soft like a sheet upon clouds. lazily she opens her eyes as she turns her head to the side. Her long hair moves and layers the ground. She stretches her arms out each side, gazing at her hand in the direction her head nudged. she curls her hand over so that her palm is faced casually towards the sky. She closes ( Read more... )

There's a clatter of tinware against the hardwood floor. Isabella is startled and lifts her head in an alert fashion, aware that she was in a foreign place, aware that her golden shield had been taken, and also aware that her golden knife had splotches of dried blood upon its point and edge. She stares suspiciously at the young man as the age 27 ( Read more... )

She's wearing torn black clothes, runny black eye and lip and white face make-up, her hair has been died vibrant dark blue. It's pouring rain and she's popped one too many pills. "So... this is where i've led my life?" She slowly bends down to the ground, she picks up a gold knife, "Where did..." She looks around with sleepy, confused, black teared ( Read more... )

The cold drops trickled down her face and into her eye. She stirred, her head upon one arm, finding herself laying on the wet cobblestone street, her gown completely drenched. she began to rise drowsily, her dripping hair hanging low. "I must have been laying out here for hours," she holds her head with one hand, squinting at her other in the dark ( Read more... )

Everything that night was awake, alert, aware of all that moved. That night held so many wonders left un-wandered through the morning, afternoon, and that evening too. Everything that night had a reason that lept from a sofa so close down to the ground. And everything that night was chill to the bone and as empty as the roads. The night no one ( Read more... )

She had always had him at her fingertips, the moment their eyes first met. He was always there when she needed him, even in the middle of his work. And she was around just the same for him. Both knew another like no one knows anyone else in the world. Just the two of them, something so special they knew it could only be lived once. She'd always ( Read more... )

What's there to perfection, than the hollowness of depth? Perfect skin, perfect eyes, perfect sight, perfect size, perfect lungs, perfect heart, perfect bones, perfect strength, perfect hearing, perfect voice, perfect touch, perfect scent, perfect style, perfect attitude, perfect brain, perfect soul. What more is there to this perfection? Nothing. ( Read more... )